I am just certain that my love language is food. I find so much joy in baking and leaving treats all over Marc’s place. Having him over for dinner or cooking at his place for when he comes home from work is extremely gratifying for me. More with Marc then with anyone before. He cleans his plate and thanks me repeatedly. He will send me a text from bed of a goodie he is munching on that I left for him. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy knowing I am taking care of him in such a way. I like being creative and concocting things he probably hasn’t tried. I find it a challenge when he tells me how much he enjoys a meal at at diner and then I try to make it but ten times better. I love waking him p to breakfast in bed. His smile when he looks up at me plates overflowing of food I spent the morning preparing. Making him dinner while he hangs out with the kids. Calling in the family for our meal. I am overjoyed when he chooses staying home rather than going out. I stress making the meal perfect and never ever think it’s good enough for him. He deserves perfect and I’m imperfect so that isn’t obtainable. I do more then just feed him of course but it’s my favorite way to show him I love him.
Yesterday we had made plans to take our very own Clare Bear out to dinner. It was to be a celebration. You see my Clare Bear is my shy girl of the bunch. A social butterfly with her peers but often has trouble interacting with other adults or those she doesn’t know. Earlier in the week Clare had decided she really wanted to join a stem camp. In order to successfully join she would need paperwork filled out and a recommendation from a teacher. They would take a look at things like behavior and attendance and that recommendation when they made their choice as to which kids got into camp. It was a pretty big deal to Clare so we made sure it was to us too. I mean after all it’s a lot and I do mean a whole lot of work to get me to sign papers. Finding a pen, getting me to sit still to read and fill them out, it’s quite the task in itself. So that took her a couple of days to accomplish. I didn’t hear anything more about it in fact once my signature hit the paper. On Friday Clare and I went to check the mail and in it had a letter from the school address to her parent. She always gets nervous of letters like that even though never had even one been anything negative to fret. The letter was her acceptance into the stem camp! She was too excited as I was driving and let her open it. I got o watch her face light up as her excitement grew within throughout reading her letter. We whisked off to our weekend with Marc and upon sharing the news with him it was immediately decided we would celebrate with dinner sometime over the weekend. We tossed several dinner our ideas around in our head. Clare had a pretty clear choice of what she wanted to eat. The girl needed her some cheese fries! So cheese fries it was going to be. Marc decided that Quaker Steak and Lube would be a fun choice that would surely have cheese fries. Kalamazoo bound we were. It is about an hour drive from home to dinner. Upon arrival we were taken back instantly by all there was to see. There were cars and motorcycles hanging from the ceiling. It had the appearance of a garage or a mechanic shop. We were seated in a both in a room that was to be the corvette room. In actuality it did have several things that were misplaced to that theme though. Marc was able to quickly point them out. There was a picture of a Porsche and a Ferrari both on the Corvette wall. It was kind of fun picking out the things that were out of place. They had some really awesome stuff to look at while you waited. Our waitress was dressed in all black. Her top had a neck piece that just didn’t look right. It resembled a turtle neck that had maybe been a bit stretched out. It didn’t have a professional appearance at all. It caught my eye as being off each time she had come to the table in fact. The other servers had Lube shirts that were clearly uniforms. Those had the garage look that I believe they were trying to obtain. The menu was as I expected wings, chicken strips, burgers, and of course the loaded fries our Clare Bear had requested. I myself didn’t think I was up for much food. I picked a appetizers of just 4 pretzels and beer cheese. We had gotten two orders of these one for all of us to try and have together and one as my meal. Clare got herself a combo deal giving her 5 boneless wings and a pretty large plate of loaded fries. The fries looked yummy it was fresh bacon and shredded cheese melted on them and topped with scallions. Her wings were large chunks of cut breast meat. They were covered in bbq. You could tell that the sauce had been squirted on them and not tossed in them. I prefer mine to be tossed. Malachi got a Boom Boom shrimp plate. Malachi enjoys that Marc gives him the power to pick anything he may want to choose on the menu. He gets a bit more creative with his meal choices with that power. It was pretty clear instantly he was not a fan of his meal. He pulled off all the breading from his shrimp that had the boom boom sauce and only ate the shrimp from the middle. I picked at his fries as it was a huge portion that even with me helping he was unable to finish even half of them. Marc got himself a bucket of wings that were far spicier than he anticipated them being. I think they were along the lines of zest lickiers lol. Upon finishing his first wing he said babe the menu did not justify the spiciness in these. I am going to need more blue cheese. I let a giggle as this isn’t the first time he has felt such a way about a wing choice of his. Our waitress, I never could seem to over look her uniform it was truly a issue for me. She never listened the the kids speak. In fact Clare had to ask for a box 3 times before being acknowledge and I still had to clarify what was being asked. Our server mixed up our drinks sitting them on the table and only realizing her mistake seeing the bubbles fizz from what should have been my water. We only tipped 20 percent because it was not the best service I have ever had. We tend to be pretty good tippers if service is on point. Even when it’s not still leave the 20%. Clare enjoyed her fries and that is truly what the trip was about. My pretzels were delicious but the very small cup of cheese I was given wasn’t nearly enough for 4 large pretzels.
Alright lets just take a moment to recognize the greatest milk on the planet! I first discovered it’s peanut buttery goodness when I was working a third part time job at a local truck stop. I was in charge of stocking all of the milk in the coolers and while doing so I seen the pint size special edition peanut butter milk. I had very little time to eat and would often skip eating because frankly I didn’t get sick if I limited my food intake. So when I seen it I just had to try it. I walked right out of the cooler with it in hand and made the purchase. Oh my goodness did it set the taste bud receptors off like little fireworks on the fourth of July! It was like a pop rock explosion in my mouth I was in love. I had already finished the pint before finishing the short stroll back to the cooler duties. I tossed the bottle in the trash and made sure to purchase another on the way out. I actually missed the job dearly simply because it was the only place I could find this delicious milk to purchase. My dearest loves to shop at Martins. I bit of a expensive grocery store in my opinion so I don’t ever shop there. He goes for his fresh produce for the animals. When we walked in there it was right upon entering the side door by the cafe my milk!!! They have it 10 for $10 every six weeks or so and whenever they do Marc and I scoop up every single one. I can easily finish 15 pints in a weekend. It’s the very best stuff in the whole world. It taste like a liquid peanut butter cup! I would recommend everyone trying it!!!!! It’s a limited addition so maybe if we are start purchasing we can keep it around. I know I NEED it in my life! It has a big 8 GRAMS of protein!!!! Which is probably the thing that makes me feel better when I have gone all day without eating.